Well...These past week has been more than eventful, if you ask me. After traveling to Idaho and New Mexico, we got a call this morning that took us to Bonnieville, Kentucky...another small ass town that we’ve never heard of before. It’s times like these I miss living in NYC. I know I ran away such a long time ago….but once a city girl..ALWAYS A CITY GIRL. Anyway. We showed up to this apartment where a lady was brutally hung and stuffed in an old chest…...This was the most aggressive murder we’ve seen this week, however, there wasn’t that much blood, so that was good for me. According to some research done by Stella, the dead lady was named Martha Burtis. I had heard of her before. I knew she was popular in the Digital Knowledge world. I had never really heard anything too negative about her...but I guess there is someone out there who thought of her as a meanie.

 

At the scene, her cell phone WOULD NOT STFU. It was super annoying, and so Billy decided it would be a good idea to pick it up. She had many messages from someone named “Black” about a missing cat. There was also a video, which we watched, which informed us the cat was named Noir Cat. Who the hell names a cat Noir Cat? I don’t know. As I was thinking about it….it all kinda clicked. Noir cat. NC. THE BOWL IN NEW MEXICO...THE BLACK CAT HAIRS. It all made sense. This cat was imperative to every case we had been to in the past week. Why did the murderer want this cat so bad? What did this cat do to him/her? Whatever the reason, we weren’t just a clean up crew anymore. We were going to get to the bottom of this even if I didn’t want to. Oh well. Maybe if I go along with it Mick will hook me up with a good time.